The maker of it was on his right, and, as he judged, perhaps a couple of hundred yards away.

He would proceed at once to that point.

It is truth to say that no thought of danger entered his mind; the thrills of the present and its chances absorbed him.

It seemed natural that he should do this thing, he was merely resuming an old labor, discontinued for a time.
He raised his head slightly, but even his keen eyes could see nothing in the forest save trunks and branches, ghostly and shapeless, and the regular rustle of the wind was not broken now by the jarring note.

But the darkness heavy and ominous, was permeated with the signs of things about to happen, and heavy with danger, a danger, however, that brought no fear to Henry for himself, only for others.